When we walked the streets together

All the faces seemed to smile back

And now the pavements have nothing to offer

And all the faces seem to need a slap.

There's an unfamiliar grip

On an unfamiliar handkerchief

Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn't

Notice with you

No matter how vicious the grief

Her expression was damp and crooked

Grabs onto my throat and won't let go.

Won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go.

Save me from

The secateurs

I'll pretend

I didn't hear

Can't you see

I'm the ghost in the wrong coat

Biting butter and crumbs.

There's a handsome maverick

You don't talk about to keep me calm

And I can't help it if I create diversion

That pulls you back onto his arm.

Please don't tell me

You don't have to darling, I can sense

That he painted you a gushing sunset

And slayed angry panthers in your defence.

And he stands separate and ever deadly

Clings onto my throat and won't let go.

Won't let go

Won't let go

Won't let go.

Save me from

The secateurs

I'll pretend

I didn't hear

Can't you see

I'm a ghost

In the wrong coat

Biting butter and crumbs.